Wicked Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #1) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
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My fists are itching for a fight, but no prick is game to take a bite out of the bait I’m dangling in front of them. Things are quiet, and I hate that even more than how I’m letting a soft-cock like Kirill control me.

I might have had more gall if I could get Sofia’s suicide attempt out of my head. It was only four days ago, but I swear it has played on repeat in my fucking head a million times already. She was smiling at me like she did when she told me she had met someone six years ago. Then, out of nowhere, she yanked my gun off my desk and pressed it to her temple.

Thank fuck my reflexes don’t slow down for anyone. I dove for her with barely a second to spare. The bullet only grazed Sofia’s nose during its race for the ceiling, but it tore my fucking heart to shreds.

She thought her death would return my freedom. She failed to remember I’m in this as much for Lera as I am her.

And Katie.

Don’t even get me started on Katie.

You have no idea how hard it was for me to turn her down the night Sofia attempted to take her life. Every inch of my body craves her. I want to feast on her until the churns of my stomach finally silence, but I’m being held for ransom, and the frustration has me wanting to pop a bullet in my head.

I remember Alek is still in the room with me when he murmurs, “Thought you said Sofia was getting help?”

“She is.” I slouch back in my chair and scrub my jaw with my hand. Help is putting it loosely, but when you live in an industry that sees women as commodities, you don’t have many options. “This isn’t about Sofia.”

“Kate?” When I slowly raise my eyes to his, the daggers endless, he holds his hands out in front of himself. “I get it, all right. I just don’t understand why you torture yourself every night. There’s no way I could sleep in the same bed as the girl I want to bed and not touch her. Fuck that. I’m not strong enough for that.”

“I know. Hence my request for you to stay the fuck out of Sofia’s room when we first met her.”

I have no reply when he mutters under his breath, “Who would you have preferred? Me or him?” The way he growls out ‘him’ announces who he is referencing. I thought I only had to protect my baby sister from my friends. I had no clue my brother would sniff around.

An unusual twinge hits my jaw when he leans forward like our conversation is about to take a one-eighty. It does when he asks, “Is a lack of blow fucking with your head?” When I shake my head, the craving still prominent but not the catalyst of my wants, Alek murmurs, “Then maybe you should get laid.” When I search for my gun, he blubbers out, “Not with Kate. Just some random whore. Work Kate out of your system until you’re given the green light.”

This makes me sound like an ass, but so be it. I considered his suggestion. I even got as far as flicking through a catalog of Bobrov women. Then somehow, I ended up in Katie’s bathroom, stroking one out to the visual of her washing her hair in the shower.

I don’t want another woman’s warmth wrapped around my cock. I don’t even crave it anymore.

I only want Katie’s cunt sucking at my dick, begging for my spawn.

It took everything I had not to order Katie to her knees when she busted me. The only reason I held back is because my resolve is weakening. One taste and I wouldn’t have stopped. I would have smeared mud over the plans I’ve been drawing up the past week. So instead, I blew my load on her panties, then made her wear them to bed.

She obliged without an objection.

I loved that almost as much as I do the defiance in her eyes.

“How’d you go with those other matters you were looking into?”

Before Alek can answer, something in the corner of my eye captures my attention. Kirill is stalking the halls, but instead of it being on his side of the compound, he’s trampling my stomping ground.

“Where the fuck is he going?” Alek questions, speaking the words screaming inside my head.

I have no trouble finding my gun when I notice what is in his hand. He’s clutching a vial of sperm and heading in the direction of Katie’s room.

Alek overtakes me when we reach the east wing, but instead of barging into Katie’s room and telling Kirill to get the fuck away from her, he blocks my entrance with his wide frame before he pushes me back three spaces. “Step back.”


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